No, really. Great changes have been occurring behind the scenes while we have been maintaining an unflinching silence at the Little White House Blog.
“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost. There is where they should be. Now put foundations under them,” said good, old Henry.
Any girl who read L. M. Montgomery in her formative years has a very specific sort of castle in the air. It’s called Patty’s Place, populated by kindred spirits, and may or may not contain a pair of china dogs with green spots on them. (If so, they are necessarily named Gog and Magog.)
The girls of this Patty’s Place read far too much L. M. Montgomery in their formative years, and perhaps a little too much good literature in general, for after constructing this castle in the air, they have managed to put a pretty impressive foundation underneath it.
In short, Patty’s Place is no more a virtual home on the blogosphere, but a real, live house: a drafty, quaint, weathered, charming Little White House that’s sitting on a Colorado streetcorner. There are four tenants–you know three of them already: Rissa, Grace, and Abby. The fourth is Bex, and we’re not sure if we’ll be able to persuade her to write here or not yet. 😉 We intend to keep this blog up, but modify it to reflect our changed circumstances. The principal core of writers will probably still be Abby, Grace, and Rissa, but we hope our other friends (you remember Anne and Jacinta, certainly) will continue to write letters to us to share them here. At the moment, it will continue to be a little quiet, because we haven’t set up internet yet, but expect more stories of our charming new lives to follow soon!
(Just wait until we tell you about the Neighbors!)
In the meantime, you can watch the progress of our re-design. If you wanted to re-read the old posts, never fear! Check out the “Old Journals” page in our Archives. New author and contributor biographies should appear at some point, and our new Patty’s Place a. k. a. Little White House will no doubt deserve a biography of our own.
Wishing you sunny skies and wholesome pot roasts,
The Girls of The Little White House